This is the story of my life in Buffalo, N.Y. where I write and draw. I am finishing up the biography of the great American pianist Leonard Pennario, a massive project I began 11 years ago when I had the unbelievable good fortune to get to know him. I also love to sketch.
The blog on this page features my adventures in art and other things. The Music Critic blog -- click the link on the right and down a bit -- has my thoughts on music. Thank you for visiting!

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Cut!

Yesterday I got my hair cut. I am always overdue for it, so always there is an inquest afterwards, when I grill myself as to why I did not make it in earlier. And there is a resolution that I will not let as much time pass. The hairdresser reprimands me. I apologize.

It is a little like going to confession when you have let too much time lapse. Speaking of which I am overdue for that too. That priest at St. Michael's told me he wanted to see me back there in a month and it has been at least six weeks. Probably two months. Aiiiieee! It is two months! I just looked it up and the Web log does not lie.

Back to my haircut. I am starting to think what the heck, I should just wear a turban like Beethoven's girlfriend Antonie Brentano.

Because it is maddening to get a haircut in Buffalo. It is like getting a new car. It depreciates the minute you leave the shop!

That haircut will never, ever, look the same!

I had to sprint the three blocks back to the office. That meant putting on a hat. Now I have hat head. The wet snow whips at my hair. A cab rounds the corner, splashing me.

Seeing that there was nothing I could do about the situation, I was quick to see the bright side. I could go to Zumba that evening and not worry about it. If my haircut had been fresh and immaculate I might have been reluctant. Because if the Zumba class is good, by the time you get out of it, it is as if you have been dunked in the pool.